japan

Oh, she's still here;she's just not as pretty... anymore.

Where do you go when you die twice-lest a thousand deaths?

Chained inside the carriage is a sinful woman. When we set the carriage afire, her flesh will be roasted, her bones will be charred: she will die an agonizing death. Never again will you have such a perfect model for the screen. Do not fail to watch as her snow-white flesh erupts in flames. See and remember her long black hair dancing in a whirl of sparks!

Still more horrible was the color of the flames that licked the latticed cabin vents before shooting skyward, as though - might I say? - the sun itself had crashed to earth, spewing its heavenly fire in all directions.

I could have sworn that the man's eyes were no longer watching his daughter dying in agony, that instead the gorgeous colors of flames and the sight of a woman suffering in them were giving him joy beyond measure.

The pale whiteness of her upturned face as she choked on the smoke; the tangled length of her hair as she tried to shake the flames from it; the beauty of her cherry-blossom robe as it burst into flame: it was all so cruel, so terrible!

You`ll wondering why aren`t you born in Japan if you think you`re an Otaku

Japan!everything in details perfection.

Of course, my Christmas is (so much more) gorgeous and romantic (than Germany's)!! And unlike the rest of the world, we leave wine behind for Santa Claus!""So Santa-san is delivering gifts to children while driving under the influence . . . ?

Sometimes just to touch the ground is enough for me, even if not a single thing grows from what I plant.

I thought I should make a place to bring light down into this world. All things that become realities start in that place of someone imagining them.

I finally understood that I couldn__ avoid working to provide for myself, but that can also be a wonderfulthing, a beautiful thing.

I think all people want freedom, but they've got this idea inserted into their head about money.

My goal is to draw a line with some 'flavor' to it.

They have taken the idea of nonharming, of gentleness toward the earth, to a very radical level. Even the weeds are not enemies.

Why is it that so many people start to value money so much that they trade in most of the hours and years of their life in order to get it?

Time is what we have in this life, and how we use it determines what our life is.

What art should do, I think, is advance the generation into the next era. It should be one step ahead of the ordinary, ahead of what is already known. Art is what pulls on the next age. I__ not saying that my art is that, but that it would be good if it could be.